The Path

His hand ran along her cheek, under her chin and pushed the strands of hair along her face back behind her ear. The night was dark, it was still and quiet, no streetlights as they sat on the cushioned outdoor chairs talking about their evenings.

He said to her “Where do you get your smile from?”

He sang her songs all throughout the night as the radio played, his arm around hers as they both sang an old Richard Marx tune “Endless Summer Nights”

They laughed and made jokes, he caressed her, held her hand, stayed close and said “You are way to special to even resist”

Nights like this one cannot sleep since the presence of another makes it just too difficult.

He was still wearing his flashy red and black club shirt with the paper wrist band around his wrist from the club.

He called her several hours later after he left, just to tell her what a good time he had, how relaxed she made him feel.

She felt it was time to be the free agent who can soar. It scared her yet she knew this is where she was headed. She has way too much life in her to live to stay stiffled in a love that is filled with depression and misery. She still loves him, but she doesnt know what else to do.

That silly smile, that guy who sings her songs and makes her laugh, elevates her to a new place, a place she has never known once again. A place she thought she was achieving, but has discovered she is just beginning. He said to her “You need to experience lots of snuggling in life and I hope I am not the last, you have way too much love to give”

She lays across the bed, the sun shining through, the tree swaying in the moist air. The one she had to release said to her today “How can I laugh today when I cant even smile tommorow?” “What will I do without you?”

Tears filled her eyes. She feels like she is a different person, she is out of her element. She is still figuring this path out.